All she could think about was Linc.
And that dang shiver she’d felt when he’d said her name.
* * *
Both the females under his roof were still sleeping.
Linc finished silently closing the wooden blinds hanging in the window of the nursery. When the morning light was no longer shining through, he crossed the room, hesitating at the doorway into the adjoining room, even though he’d been determined not to.
He’d already glanced through the opening once.
Just long enough to see Maddie’s long dark hair strewn across a white pillow.
An image that was going to be hell on him until he could banish it from his memory.
If he could banish it.
It didn’t even matter that beneath the blanket, Maddie was fully dressed. The sight was still more tempting than any he’d seen in too long a time.
And, if she woke up and turned over, seeing him standing in the doorway leering at her, she’d grab up Layla and be out of there in a flash.
It was only that very real possibility that finally made him move away and leave the nursery altogether.
He didn’t return to his own suite at the far end of the hall. He’d already showered and dressed for the day. He’d done it in record time, half expecting to hear Layla wailing at any moment.
But all had been peaceful in the nursery.
It was just inside his own head that everything was turbulent.
He usually spent most of his time at the office, even on the weekends. Swift Oil hadn’t been the three-man operation Gus Swift had founded for a very long time. The company Linc had been entrusted with was now one of the major employers in the state. Certainly the major employer in Braden. The only company in the region rivaling his in terms of employment was Cee-Vid, located in Weaver. But not even Cee-Vid had the history of Swift Oil. The tech company hadn’t been so much as a glimmer of thought when Gus Swift had first started out wildcatting with his father in the early 1900s.
When Linc wasn’t working at the office, he was out working in the field. There was always something that needed doing, and when there wasn’t, it meant there was something that needed undoing.
Something almost always caused by his and Jax’s father, Blake. Blake, who was either diving into yet another inappropriate relationship, or planning another scheme guaranteed to cause Linc’s ulcer to flare.
But that morning, the last thing on Linc’s mind was the company. For the moment, anyway, Swift Oil was safe enough.
So instead of heading there, he went downstairs and into his home office. He’d plugged in his brother’s dead cell phone the night before and when he picked it up and turned it on, he was rewarded by the familiar buzz that he got from his own phone.
But that was as far as he could go.
Because he didn’t know his brother’s password.
Knowing Jax, it could be anything from the name of his first girlfriend to the stock number of his favorite beer.
He sat down behind his desk, studying the cell phone screen. It bore a picture of a sailboat with a leggy blonde sunbathing on its deck.
Linc didn’t know if the photo was some stock thing or from one of Jax’s frequent escapades. For all Linc knew, the blonde could be Layla’s mother. Though, admittedly, she didn’t look to be in the family way. Even in the small picture, the minuscule bikini left nothing to the imagination.
He drummed the side of the phone a few times with his thumb. Then he abruptly swiped the screen and typed in “Maddie.”
“Incorrect Password” flashed back at him before the sailboat returned to view.
He almost wished the attempt had been correct. He figured he could deal with his brother still carrying a torch for his high school girlfriend if it meant that Linc gained access to whatever secrets the phone might hold about Jax’s present whereabouts. It wasn’t as if Maddie was still likely to fall for Jax’s charms. She was an adult now. Not a teenager who’d been too pretty, too softhearted and way too innocent for her own good.
Once upon a time he’d thought the same of Dana. And look where that had ended.
He quickly typed in “Dana.”
The sailboat remained.
He pinched the bridge of his nose.
It ought to be too early for a headache.
“Linc?”
He dropped his hand and looked over to see Maddie standing barefoot in the doorway. Her hair was messy around her shoulders and her chocolate-colored eyes were dark and drowsy.
He couldn’t stop the heat streaking through him any more now than he’d been able to when she’d still been a teenager and too damn young for him.
And it annoyed the hell out of him.
Jax may have slept with Dana. But Linc wasn’t going to return the favor by poaching Maddie, no matter how attractive he found her. She wasn’t too young for him now, but he still considered her off-limits. Not because of Jax. But because she was a decent woman. And the last woman who’d gotten involved with the Swifts and remained decent had been his grandmother.
His “What?” was more a bark than a question and her soft, drowsy eyes went cool.
She tugged down her sleeves. “I wanted to let you know that we’ll be leaving now.”
If his what had been terse, his “No!” was a flat-out command.
She lifted her eyebrows, unperturbed. “I’ll let you know when the hearing is scheduled with Judge Stokes.” She turned on her heel and disappeared from view.
He shoved away from his desk and went after her.
For a woman short enough to fit in his pocket, she moved fast, marching halfway up the stairs before he caught her arm. “Wait.”
She looked pointedly at his hand on her arm and he released her. The second he did, she went up two more steps.
He caught her arm again. And this time, ignored her pointed glare. “I said, wait.”
“So?” She yanked her arm free. “I’m not one of your oil minions, Lincoln. Layla needs diapers and formula. And I have things to do.” She started to turn again, but stopped. “And don’t suggest that I leave her here while I go and do them.”
That had been the last thing on his mind.
He didn’t want to let Layla out of his sight, but he still didn’t welcome any notion that he’d have to take care of her himself. Not when the only thing he knew about caring for her had so far been learned from watching Maddie during the past eight hours.
“I’ll pay you.”
Her
